I scrolled down and found the correct answer: The man who crashed the battle royale server, or simply the server-crashing man.
Wen Zheng: …………
“There really are people like that…” Wen Zheng saw Dahei lying on the ground, squatted down to pet its head, but was slapped aside by the cat’s paw.
Wen Zheng: ? ? ?
What's going on?!
Author's Note: Big Black: You're not allowed to praise him!
Big Black: You're not allowed to insult him!
(I'll be fixing bugs and editing later! The app has been updated, and iOS users can update now. Those who have used the "free tickets" feature can leave a little cat paw emoji in the comments! This silly author only saw it today, so cute!)
Chapter 20
“That’s it.” Wen Zheng paused, then added, “I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”
In the small classroom, where everyone was gathered in a circle, Cui Tiantian clapped enthusiastically at the front: "Well said! This is the first time our classmate Wen Zheng has shared such a detailed account of his life!"
A group of middle-aged women chimed in, "Yes, yes, we told you to get a cat! Your whole demeanor is different now!"
Wen Zheng: "..."
No, I really want some advice.
The Rongcheng Mental Health Mutual Aid Group organizes an activity every two weeks, and before we knew it, Dahei had been staying at his house for so long.
This cat recovers very quickly. Yesterday, it tore off the bandages on its paws on its own. Wen Zheng touched and checked it, and seeing that it was walking normally, he didn't insist on wrapping them back up.
Although after the inspection, it turned around, struggled out, jumped onto the top of the bookshelf, and refused to come down...
This awkward situation is going on and on.
The mental health mutual aid group was a public welfare organization that their city leaders came up with on a whim.
Surveys show that urban dwellers are experiencing increasing psychological stress and depression rates in recent years. To help people face life more positively and communicate more to relieve their distress, mutual support groups have emerged.
But how could depressed urban white-collar workers have time to spend in such a tacky place? If they were really sick, they would go to see a doctor. After a while, all that would come here was a group of middle-aged housewives who had nothing better to do than complain... except for Wen Zheng.
Housewife A: "Today is another beautiful day! Although my husband went to see that vixen again, I won three hundred yuan playing mahjong!"
Cui Tiantian: "That's great! Life should be lived with such a positive attitude! Whether you're happy or not depends entirely on your perspective!"
Housewife B: "I've been doing very well these days. Since my son and daughter aren't coming to see me, I took my cat on a trip to the Arctic. We just got back yesterday!"
Cui Tiantian: "That's great! Going out more often helps relax the mind and body, and allows you to live your own life!"
Housewife C: "I...I'm not doing well, sob sob...I accidentally put too much salt in the food, and my husband and daughter put down their chopsticks yesterday and said they wanted to eat out. They didn't give me any face at all, sob sob..."
Immediately, everyone became agitated, and they started cursing C's husband and daughter one after another. C felt much better as she joined in the cursing, and finally burst into laughter through her tears.
Cui Tiantian said with relief, "That's great! You should speak up about what's going on. Don't keep it bottled up inside. Letting it out will make you feel much better!"
Wen Zheng: "…………"
If it weren't for his master knowing the founder of this group and forcing him to come, Wen Zheng would have run away long ago.
After class, the housewives chattered away, and Wen Zheng was the last to stand up. He put in an earphone and heard Cui Tiantian call him, "Xiao Zheng~ come here."
Wen Zheng went over and looked down at her from his vantage point.
Cui Tiantian changed her hair to pinkish-blue again today, and still smiled broadly: "Is there no joy in raising a cat besides the troubles?"
“…” Wen Zheng paused for a moment: “Of course there are.”
"Can you tell the teacher?" Cui Tiantian asked sincerely and encouragingly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“It’s very cute,” Wen Zheng said. “I think everyone thinks so.”
Cui Tiantian: "No two people are exactly alike, and your feelings are unique too. Share your happiness with others, and your happiness will be doubled!"
After saying that, she tossed her fluffy hair and said, "Take your time, give it a try, okay?"
"…………Um."
With his earphones in, Wen Zheng walked home.
Autumn has deepened. Passing by the place where I subdued the thief that day, only a few scattered fallen leaves remain on the ground.
He listened to the chanting music, turned up his hood to block out the already biting wind.
Bai Shuang called at noon and asked him to come to the fighting arena that evening, but Wen Zheng thought about it all afternoon and still refused. He went to a small supermarket to buy some groceries, and when he got home, Da Hei was curled up on the sofa taking a nap, with a TV series about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships playing on the projector.
"Your mother treated me like that, and you still defend her?! Wang Dengmu! Do you have any conscience?!"
"Tan Yue... don't be like this... my mother is old and doesn't have many years left to live. What's wrong with you being a little more considerate of her?"
How do you know I'll outlive your mother?!
"...Moon exploration, what do you mean?"
"Waaah... I'm going to die! I have a complex genetic disorder..."
"Tan Yue! Tan Yue, what's wrong with you? Wake up, Tan Yue—"
The television was blaring, and Wen Zheng, with a throbbing headache, took off his shoes and stepped in barefoot: "Why are you watching this again?"
Big Black glanced at him sideways, sending a shiver down Wen Zheng's spine. He subconsciously took out his phone and snapped a beautiful picture of Big Black.
Scrolling up, Wen Zheng realized he had taken quite a few photos. Remembering what Cui Tiantian had said earlier, he picked out a few that he thought were particularly good and posted them on Weibo as he walked towards the kitchen.
"I saw a new recipe today, cat sushi," Wen Zheng said from the kitchen, and the big black ear in the living room twitched.
"It's not difficult, it'll be done in a moment."
Cat sushi is made by mincing cooked chicken, adding raw eggs, kneading it into small meatballs, and then steaming them. The chicken is whitish in color, and the oval meatballs are arranged on a plate, resembling rice.
Next, slice the fresh salmon, peel the sweet shrimp, lightly sear the surface, and place them on top of the chicken paste, making them look like small and cute sushi pieces.
The room's temperature control system was running normally. Wen Zheng felt hot while cooking, so he took off his shirt, leaving only a pair of casual pants with the cuffs rolled up to reveal his toned calves.
The aroma of meat was enticing, and he himself was a little hungry, so he cooked some rice, made some regular sushi, and served it out with Dahei.
Despite his tantrum, Big Black remained enthusiastic about food, eating whatever Zheng fed him. Perhaps drawn by the aroma, he was now sitting upright at the table.
"Shall we talk about changing the channel?" Wen Zheng asked him. Da Hei ignored him, and started eating a small sushi roll with its little tongue. Wen Zheng smiled and went to change the TV to the news channel.
I haven't turned on this broken projector in years, let alone watched TV dramas or news. Ever since my black leg healed, I've learned to turn on the TV myself, and every day when I come home from get off work, I'm greeted by all sorts of strange dialogue.
I don't know what standard Big Black uses to select channels.
After tidying up and taking a shower, Dahei curled up on the sofa again.
Wen Zheng was drying his hair with a towel in one hand and scrolling through Weibo with the other. His fans were incredibly enthusiastic about Big Black; the comments had already exceeded a thousand in no time. It's just that… Wen Zheng didn't really like what they were saying.
Fan A: That's scary!
Fan B: Z, I'm begging you! Learn photography, add filters! There's a pair of ferocious eyes hidden in this dark, indistinct thing! It's truly terrifying!
Fan C: Big Black: I'm super fierce
Fan D: Servant, bring me my big knife!
The following is omitted.
Wen Zheng: "…………"
He was completely baffled, looking at the photo and then at Big Black, his brows furrowed.
...If we take more pictures in the future, they'll gradually come to appreciate how cute Dahei is. Wen Zheng thought helplessly.
He took two steps forward, intending to pick up the cat, but then stopped, remembering the repeated rejections he had received recently, and turned to go to the bedroom.
Today is the first day of the streamer competition. He and Deng Puyue agreed to duo queue. As for Dahei... let him continue watching his mother-in-law drama.
As he walked to the bedside, he suddenly felt something furry brush against his calf. Wen Zheng looked down and saw Da Hei following him into the bedroom.
It wouldn't walk on such a wide path; it insisted on passing right next to his feet.
After finishing, it took two steps back, flicked its furry tail, and its fur brushed against my skin, causing a tingling and itchy sensation.
Hold.
Is this seduction?
Wen Zheng made a lightning-fast move, and Da Hei seemed to have no time to react, getting caught under his arm and shoved in the buttocks, ending up in a full embrace.
When it remembered to show its claws, Wen Zheng quickly put it back on the bed.
Big Black: "...Roar!"
Wen Zheng pretended not to hear, left a "good boy" and calmly put on his glasses and entered the game.
The new year's testing period for "Survival Space" is a time that all players are looking forward to.
A brand new dungeon, brand new challenges, and if you perform exceptionally well, you may also receive generous points rewards.
This year's livestreaming competition, jointly organized by the Aimao platform and Shengkong, is quite large. Even if you don't get the top ranking, there are still rewards. So once you enter the lobby, you can see livestreamers muttering to themselves in the void everywhere.
Deng Puyue has already gone online and started a live stream together with Wen Zheng after they met up.
"Double queue! Are you happy!" Deng Puyue wore a red coat today, the material was a bit puffy, like a cotton-padded jacket, I don't know which country's fashion trend it is.
"Look at my clothes, all bright red, today will definitely go smoothly!"
Wen Zheng glanced at him: "Deng... Lantern?"
Deng Puyue: "…………"
Wen Zheng's lips curled up slightly. When Deng Long and Xiao Yu raised their fists and charged at him, he decisively chose to queue randomly. The two of them queued up instantly and entered the dungeon.
Welcome to the dungeon: Freedom Castle!
A flash of blue light appeared, and the figures of the four players gradually solidified in the space. Wen Zheng opened his eyes and first heard a song.
"Vittoria!Vittoria!...mio core!..."
A beautiful mezzo-soprano voice, ethereal and otherworldly, opened up the view to reveal a magnificent ancient European rotunda.
This time they weren't separated; the four of them stood together perfectly fine.
Besides him dressed in all black, Deng Puyue was dressed in bright red, and there was a tall foreign friend, and another person with their back to him.